- Joined
- Jan 14, 2009
- Location
- Canada
The offer was there, adn Carl felt his hand clench reflexively. There was a thirll for a moment, the chance to step back in the ring, the chance to do what he was best at. What in some ways he'd always felt he'd been born to do. There was teh moment that his mind instantly went to the laundry list of everything that went wrong with him when he'd been fighting. The aches, the pain, the black eyes, and broken bone, the blood on his hands from both his own wounds and those that he had inflicted. The messed up knees that were only recently starting to get better. Twisted neck, adn everything else that went along with it. But he'd be in the ring again. Showing the world once again that there was no one out there that stood up to him and walked away. Blood for blood, and by the gallon. And his boss wanted him in the ring. Wanted him doing what he did best.
"Who am I to say no? Yeah, you got it Mel. I'm your man for this. Hell, you put the word out that the Piledriver is stepping back into the ring, you'll probably flood this place with all the underground fans that have been waiting for this. A return match." He told her, his smile looking pleased, like that of a well fed predator. He was on the prowl again, and some poor bastard was about to get mauled. It was going to be a good day to be him.
"Who am I to say no? Yeah, you got it Mel. I'm your man for this. Hell, you put the word out that the Piledriver is stepping back into the ring, you'll probably flood this place with all the underground fans that have been waiting for this. A return match." He told her, his smile looking pleased, like that of a well fed predator. He was on the prowl again, and some poor bastard was about to get mauled. It was going to be a good day to be him.